ShadowClan Medicine Cat Applications

[Fawn]

ShadowClan Medicine Cat Applications

As the sidebar and Clan News suggest, ShadowClan is left without a medicine cat after Kestrelberry's recent resignation. We will be hosting applications to fill the role, but it is imperative that you thoroughly read the information below before submitting a response.

The Aforementioned Important Information That You Absolutely Must Read or Bad Things Will Happen

As always, the High Rank eligibility standards apply.

High Ranks are earned. ... To remain a candidate, demonstrate consistent activity over the course of the previous sixty days, abide by all Guidelines, and be an active, friendly, and contributing member of Warrior Cats Online.

We are searching for a non-traditional character to step into this rank. It is open to apprentices, warriors, senior warriors, and younger elders, but make the character stand apart from what is painted as the "usual" medicine cat! Uniqueness (not to be confused with a lack of realism) is ultimately what we're looking for in your character, which can be anything from personality, past experiences, age, physical characteristics, etc. Being shy, awkward, talkative, or having an uncanny ability with herbs are not considered unique traits.
We have no preference between preexisting and newly-created characters. You are not obligated to include whether this character currently exists or has just been made.
Specifically for past High Rank holders: You can feel free to apply if your "cool down time" has expired, however we will likely choose someone who has not had a previous high rank. Current High Rank holders: Share encouragement if you'd like, but please don't be dismissive of your fellow users by commenting on your inability to apply.
If your application is illegible or otherwise difficult to read, we will be forced to discard it.

Do not apply if:
You cannot publish at least three main roleplay posts per week (does not have to be with the high ranking character).
You are unwilling or unable to participate in site-wide plots.
You would like your character have a love interest and/or kits as the medicine cat and expect they will keep the rank.
The character described in your post is not the character you will be using in roleplay.


Application Process

To avoid forcing the staff to be organized for once limiting creative freedom, there is no form. Your application task is to simply reply to this thread, telling us about your character in your post. It can include as much or as little information as you'd like, and there are no length or structure requirements.
Using a form, picture, or a character site link anywhere in your application will result in disqualification.
Seriously, we will delete your post and we won't even give it a funeral.

Applications can be edited up to May 7th, 2017 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time, and we will be selecting someone on May 9th, 2017.

Closing Notes

Let myself or another staff member know if you have questions or concerns regarding this process, as we'd be happy to provide any assistance possible.
Best of luck to all who are interested! We look forward to reading your submissions.

[Bandido]

Name: mapleleaf
Age: 22 moons
Family: none
Friends: none
Enemies: none so far
Crushes: none
Personality: she's kind, trustworthy, understanding, and sometimes a klutz

Looks: white tabby she cat
Gender: f
Rank wanted: medicine cat
Have a high rank before?: no
Current rank: warrior

[judas]

I'mma use Fonts because it makes everything Pretty.
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"Why do you say things that don't make since?!" ~Shadewhisper
Shadewhisper is an...odd warrior. She is always grumpy, and doesn't have a soft spot for complainers. She pretty much hates kits, and doesn't care for them. She also Thinks Toms are inconsiderate Losers. She is much more attracted to those of her same Gender. The She is fine with voicing her opinion...loudly... And Is a fast learner. If you call attacking her siblings with her claws 'Learning'. She loves being a warrior and catches on to secrets fast, manly because of the fact she blended in with the Shadows. Shadewhisper Wouldn't really call is sneaking, just a form of listening. Shadewhisper isn't an EE supporter, but doesn't care much for Starclan or the Dark forest.
And Now, a Scene From ShadeWhisper's Mind
The Black she-cat walked through the territory, mumbling under her breath as she walked into a cobweb. It tangled in her fur, making her let out a loud hiss. "My Starclan! Should the Medicine cat be Getting these?! If I walk into one other one I-" She cut herself off as she remembered they didn't have a medicine cat.
Great.
Shadewhisper walked, licking her fur as she looked for a puddle to wash the sticky web off. If the clan needed cobwebs, Halestar will just appoint another medicine cat, it wasn't her problem. She just had to be careful not to hurt herself before hand. Shadewhisper flicked her tail, coming up to a small pool made by the falling rain. She rolled around, flicking off the mud and giving her black pelt a good groom before walking on. She flicked her ear, hearing a shift in the leaves. ShadeWhisper froze, looking around. A Small Vole, nibbling on something she couldn't quite make out. She crept forward, focusing on the vole. ShadeWhisper drowned out all other sounds, right before she pounced. Shadewhisker quickly killed the vole, biting it's neck. "This will feed the clans."
She mewed, walking back along the path to collect her other prey.
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Shadewhisper is odd, not really believing in anything she can't touch. I mean sure, she believe's there's a life after death. Just not cats who have riddles and don't help much when they get imprisoned. The Main reason for this- Well why don't you just ask her?
Shadewhisper's Interview
The Pure black She cat walks up to you flicking her tail as she sits down. Her green gaze narrows as she sees you staring at her. "What?!" She hisses. Slouching over and looking over, she takes a deep breath. "Hello, I guess. I'm Shadewhisper, you wanted to ask me something?" She mewed.

Your surprised by her sudden change of attitude. Sitting, you think for a moment before you ask a question. Taking a short breath, you start. "So Shadewhisper, do you want to be Shadowclan's next medicine cat.?" You ask.Sighing, Shadewhisper glares up at you. "I don't really want to, but if my clan needs me than hey, I'm okay with giving some cats a few leaves every now and again." She mewed.
Your surprised by how calm she answered, nodding slightly. You flick your eyes to her paws. Seeing her claws dig into the ground, you desided to skip a few big questions for a while. "What do you think your name means?" You ask. She smiles, closing her eyes for a moment, thinking hard.
"I suppose Shade is the color of my pelt, and Whisper is because I move quietly it's like a 'Whisper' of sound." She purred, eyes lighting up.
You notice Shadewhisper takes great pride in her name, you try and get her to tell you more about yourself. "How fast did you learn hunting?" You ask.
Thinking, Shadewhisper lets her claws out of the ground.
"About, 2 and a half moons to kill properly, it took me a while longer to listen and scent my prey." She mewed, letting her tail go to a playful wave rather than a flick.
You think more, Finally asking a more serious question. "Would you want to risk your mental safety to save other cats?"
Her gaze darkens, her tail stops. "Mental Safety? I'm afraid I lost all concern in my mental 'safety' when I got this name." She gets up, making her way over to you. "My clan is more important than my heath,
ha, If I cared for my heath I wouldn't be here right now." She hisses. Walking away.
You walk behind her, "But I have mor-" She cuts you off.
"You asked enough," She mewed, walking away.
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Shadewhisper takes great pride in her clan, and will do anything to protect it.
She was still a kit in the beginning of the EE, and is only 26 Moons.
She was upset her mentor wouldn't let her fight, and promised to help those when she became a warrior.
Being Raised in The Evil Era, she remembered learning Blazingnight wasn't there true leader and Ratnight along with other cats, took over Thunderclan and Windclan. But She remembered being a young warrior and Seeing Skyclan fight with them. She began to hate Starclan, why didn't they help?! But Shadewhisper knew if she hated Starclan she would be one of the Dark forest cats. So She began to learn more but didn't care much in the end.
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A Note From Shadewhisper~
I just want to say one thing before I end this form, Or rather,
Moon ends this Form. My name might sound scary, and I might be grumpy but I'm just looking for a place I can feel at home. I love being a warrior, and I love my clan, but everyone complains about hunting with me. And That drives be to be even more mean. So, I guess if I was a medicine cat will give me an escape. I can collect herbs alone, and help cats alone.
I just have one question
WHO WILL ME MY MENTOR?!
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Shadewhisper builds herself in a hard shell, only to be broken by few she cats. She likes talking about the Warrior code, and living in peace. But inside, there is a fire for battle. Shadewhisper may be a medicine cat in the future, but will always be a warrior at heart~

[spade]

Ahhh so exciting! Good luck to all those who apply! Cricket can't wait to meet them c:

[Starfall]

It was happening again. His hind legs stopped working once more, at least it wasn't while he wasn't in a tree. The pale ginger apprentice laid flat on his stomach in the Shadowclan territory, annoyance evident on his face. He hated it when this happened, although it didn't happen as often as it did when he was a kit, ever since he started pushing himself harder the moment he became an apprentice it only happened once every other moon. His pale, sky blue orbs raked across the territory, hoping that no one was passing by, he would rather go through this alone, getting annoyed when other's fuss over him and always ask the question 'Are you okay?? Does it hurt?' He was perfectly fine and no it never hurt, in fact he couldn't feel them when this happened, they just stopped working all together. He looked up at the sky and smiled "A storms coming, I wonder how rainy it's going to be tomorrow." he hummed, his tail flicking back and forth. The 11 moon old apprentice loved it when it rained, it wasn't too hot and the smell of the rain was his favorite. The apprentice let out a sigh and pressed cheek against the dirt, a blade of grass tickling his nose, making him want to itch it. On moments like this he just liked to think, he couldn't go anywhere, do anything, well...nothing other than think.


Morningpaw let out a long sigh and flicked his ear "Only one moon away from becoming a warrior...c'mon, work legs work!" he hissed, annoyance flashing in his orbs. He hated this, his legs could be numb for long periods of time, and the worst part, he couldn't do anything about it. Every once in a while it would happen while he was in a patrol, so his clanmates would be kind enough to toss him over their shoulders and bring him back to camp, but he hated that. He was an independent tom, he didn't need help and he didn't want it. Most would describe him as friendly, caring, and helpful, well his emotional state, but if his clanmates had to describe his physical state it would be delicate, fragile looking, it annoyed him. He may be troublesome at times, and he may seem easily breakable, but he was able to hold his own, and no one could tell him otherwise! He wouldn't have it! A small flash of pain shot through his legs and he let out a squeak and giggled "Finally!" he chirped as he picked himself up and began to hop around. Although it was a little hard to move them at first once the pale ginger was able to feel them again he couldn't help but move around, he hated sitting still. "I have one more moon until I become a warrior, so I've got to bring in as much prey as I possibly can! And I should be able to climb a tree to get them since my legs are working again." he purred as he skipped deeper into the forest, his ginger pelt shining brightly in the dark brush. Although he talked about working hard to become a warrior, he meant work hard to help his clan, it didn't matter how, he just knew that he was going to help no matter what.

The Tom silently padded through the territory, ducking under branches, squeezing through bushes, fading in and out of deep thought. 'Was it really your destiny to become a warrior?' the question flashed through his mind and he stopped, his hues twinkled with curiosity. "Where did that come from?" he laughed and continued his way through the territory. 'What good are you as a warrior?' Morningpaw narrowed his eyes and pouted "I can fight and hunt, I'm a pretty good warrior." he said softly, his walking slowed. 'What if your legs stopped working in the middle of a battle?' That thought made him stop completely, a chill ran down his spine. His eyes widened and danced with momentary fear, which was quickly replaced with annoyance "I would just batter my foe with my claws, not that hard." he stated smugly as he made his way deeper into the territory, it was a lie and he knew it, but he wouldn't admit that aloud. He didn't just plan on giving up, he had to work hard to get where he was now, to prove others just how wrong they were about him. 'Couldn't you prove them wrong in some other way?' Morningpaw blinked and barely missed hitting a branch as he ducked under, the bark grazing the top of his head, "...Is there another way? Do I have to become a warrior?" he asked, his fur fluffing up as a cold wind blew, scents of rain and pine wafted into his nose. "Maybe I could prove them wrong another way." he giggled, jogging as he spotted the clan entrance. "Whoops, I just went in a big circle." he laughed, eager to curl up in his nest, his legs sore from walking around. The main reason as to why he came out into the territory was because one of his fellow apprentices was doing his chores incorrectly and didn't listen to his advice and orders, which greatly annoyed him, but instead of snapping at the other he decided to go out for a walk. The pale ginger apprentice pushed his way into the clearing and smiled brightly.

The ginger tom awoke with a start, a bright light blinding him for a few moments. After he blinked the sleepiness off his eyes he smiled and poked his head out of the den, the suns rays signing brightly, decorating the clan with brilliance "Good morning my home." he purred, his blue optics gleamed with joy, pure joy. He slid back into the den and began to organize his mess, leaves and berries were mixed together, who could blame him, he was in a hurry.
His movements halted as he thought about his dream, well, more like memory. It was odd, he hadn't had a flashback in a while, and such an odd time he was in during that flashback. It was when he first thought about what his destiny was really supposed to be, it was his first steps in a new direction, a new path that he made his own. His own paw prints were imprinted in his paths dirt, his own paw prints pressed down his own paths grass, and although it was the first time he actually began to wonder if it truely was his fate to become a warrior, it was an odd time for a flashback, well, an odd time period. The tom let out a chuckle and continued to sort and clean up his herbs, is paws itching for some sort of movement. He hadn't really gone out to memorize the layout of the territory recently, although he planed on doing that's later today, if everything stayed mellow, but he didn't expect it to. Once he was done the medicine cat let out a sigh and stretched, purring when his back popped.
"Morningpath! We're gong out into the territory to check the borders! Want to tag along and collect more herbs? I heart you're almost out!" one of his clanmates called, almost making him let out a squeak, correction, almost making him let out a loud squeak. Morningpath grinned and looked up at the ceiling of the den, amusement glittered in his pale blue hues 'What so you have in store for me today, Starclan?' he asked silently before jogging out to join the patrol, "Yeah wait for me!" he sang, his pale ginger pelt shining almost as brightly as the sun it's self as he stepped into the rays of the sun. He couldn't wait to tell his past self what he has become.
'What's today going to bring to me?'

[Crumbleless]

(Good thing I started to slack back on a few things!) I'm excited to try this new way of application Even if it does mean staff doesn't have creativity in their minds while others think it was very creative lol

Archfur swiped a paw stubbornly at the tree bark of the pine squinting. The tom watched as the squirrel scooted up into the tree chittering and clearly happy it wasn't in Archfur's paws. Archfur circled the tree a moment before growling at the squirrel and disappearing into the thin layer of brush his sleek dark brown fur hiding him. A disappointed sigh escaped his closing throat. What will the rest of Shadowclan say when I come back to camp empty pawed again for the eighth time this moon? Halestar will surely throw me out.
Archfur felt empty inside at times like these and it was all because he was missing an eye and could barely see out of the other. It was only because of some stupid twoleg kits who shot stones at him through a small stick. Archfur could remember clearly how fresh pain seared through his eye and how the other had been grazed by the bramble bush and had caught a thorn in it while he was running.
My misfortune is just as bad as anyone else's... Archfur flicked his tail with a pierce of anger and then lashed out on a leaf and shredded it his youth showing clearly, even at 28 moons he was a fir warrior even without moons of battling. "Mousebrain twolegs!!" He yowled as loud as he could before ducking his head. More like mousebrain Archfur. I bet I scared away all the prey, The warrior sighed his one slightly working eye shimmering yellow. He was tired of being left behind, Archfur wanted to be in front of everything.

[Momotaro]

Good Luck to all~

Wheats probably going to become friends with them, as he is a fellow nubie~

[ConfusedCas]

Moons ago when Sootfur had only been a 'paw he was as buoyant as ever to be an apprentice, even when he was searching for ticks. The young cat was eager and excited to go out on his first patrol. Unfortunately for him he became victim to stray twoleg rubbish and bears a permanent scar that goes along his whole front leg. Sootfur (Sootpaw at the time) was quick to put his first outing behind him after the wound healed.
Not long after his mentor was teaching him some new battle technique. The jumpy tom was confident-possibly overly confident-and preformed the move without hesitation but as he tried to land, a bolt of pain shot up his whole leg and made him paralyzed for only a few heartbeats before he could relax his tense muscles.
The Shadowclan medicine cat warned him not to push his training or else the pain would flare up again from the wound but still being a young apprentice, Sootpaw was determined yet foolish.
His arm paralyzed him only a few times after his visit with the Shadowclan medicine cat. For concern of his health he was also stuck in the medicine cat den often and was kept from his warrior name far longer then he would have liked. Finally when the day came he happily his warrior name, Sootfur.

As a kit Sootfur always imagined his warrior days as the best time of his life. He couldn't have been more wrong. Patrols seemed to get longer and longer as he got older and his leg only got worse with the added pressure of daily chores. He was even restricted from climbing trees as he couldn't drag his weight or else he'd receive a flash of intense pain. Hunting got harder after he tried time and time again to keep his weight off the wound but that would just make him unbalanced and clumsy.

Then the fateful day came. "Attack!" The attack on Shadowclan was unsuspected but nonetheless they needed all their warriors to force the intruders back. Sootfur threw himself in the midst of battle, sinking his claws into a random enemies pelt. His opponent thrust him away with ease and the two brawled for only a moment before Sootfur gained an upper paw. With his enemy pinned and hind paws barreling her back wildly he could almost taste victory. Suddenly the she-cat summed up enough strength to throw him off. Sootfur was thrown against a tree with a gasp of pain and found himself unable to move. Not now! The enemy she-cat was stalking closer, ready to leave him with some unforgettable injuries. Luckily he caught the attention of one of his clanmates and they came to the rescue. What if they weren't there?
After the battle Sootfur was forced to retire due to his defect despite his training and young age. His whole life he had been optimistic but this was something he couldn't be positive about. He sulked for a long time. Finally, Sootfur decided to stop feeling bad for himself. "Worse things have happened." He started to practice walking on three legs, helping around camp, and occasionally in the medicine cat den since he had to go there anyways for checkups. Moons later he was had the appearance of a senior warrior but he would continue to do the daily tasks of an apprentice. One of the chores he enjoyed the most was helping in the medicine cat den. The smell could be bitter sometimes but he just adored the smell of plants and the unique and quite beautiful look of the flowers.
Amazing how these can be used for medicine...

[dino.]

Singefeather's Interview

You pad out of the trees. "Good morning, Singefeather. I hear you've decided to apply for Shadowclan medicine cat?"

He jumps as he hears the your voice. He turns to see the you staring at him with "Why, yes," he says. "I have."

]"Good. I'm here to ask you a few questions," you say. "Let's start shall we? Why do you want to become the medicine cat?"

"Well, I guess it just appeals to me,"
the tabby answers. "Yes, I wanted to become a warrior, but that was before I appreciated the medicine cat's in full. I'm interested by the herbs, and sometimes, I would go in just to help out shortly after I earned my suffix."

You nod. "Now. How would you describe yourself?" you ask, interested now.

"I guess... well, some cats call me jumpy," Singefeather starts, "and others call me outgoing. I don't really agree with either of those. I'm what I call "in the middle." I'm not shy, yet I don't want to converse with every cat I meet. I'm not that energetic, and I can focus quite well. I've got a good memory. I may act kind,
But I can snap at you if I want to," he adds with a chuckle. "I also like making jokes. Hey, what do you call-"

"No time for jokes," you interrupt quickly.
"I have to keep this short, I don't have a lot of time. So, next question. What do you think are some flaws about yourself?"

"No time for jokes?" He wrinkles his nose at you. "Oh, if you say so. Well, I suppose some flaws are... oh, I'm always reciting stuff off, I stick to the warrior code like fur on a squirrel, and I guess that annoys some cats. Some cats say my jokes are terrible." At this he rolls his eyes. "As if! Anyhow, I'm always doing this little thing with my paw..." To demonstrate, he hOlds up his paw and moves it in a circular motion. It makes a small popping sound.

You wince at the noise. "All right, moving on. How old are you?" you continue.

"Well, I'm 204 moons old." He grins.

You heave an exasperated sigh. "For real.
Come on. I don't have time, I've got to get back to duties." You give an approving nod as he says, "24." "Thank you. Now. What would you say are some good qualities about you?"

"Good qualities, eh?" He ponders this for a second. "Well, I'm a light sleeper, so I wake up immediately if there's any threat. I mentioned before that I had a good memory. I'm also quick on my feet."

"Those are good," you agree. "How about some fun facts? Relations?"

"Fun facts, huh?" he answers. "Sure, why not? My prefix was chosen for the black streaks on my pelt. My suffix was chosen for me, after my mother, Featherstorm.. My friends call me "Singe" and my best friends call me "Singey." My mother died when I was 8 moons old, due tO greencough. I have one sibling named Blazingsoul. They definitely chose his name right." He laughs, not noticing your raised eyebrow. "My father's name is Nightwings. One of my favorite quotes is "Do not set something aside for tomorrow which you can do today" and, by me, "Lying is the only true poison. It shadows the mind and destroys the trust." And I think that's about it. Oh, although my favorite prey is vole, and my favorite scent is honey, and my favorite food is honey." He pauses, his amber eyes glistening. "The honey is calling!" Singefeather bounded off without another word.

You watch him go. "I guess that discussion is over," you snort. Then, calling "Thank you for your time!" to Singefeather, you walk back to your own camp.

[ameko]

good luck to all!!